BOOK VIII. SUNSET AND SUNRISE.
84. CHAPTER LXXXIV.
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She tripped off to meet her uncle, while Sir James and Mr. Cadwallader
 came forward to make one group with the ladies.  Celia had slipped
 her arm through her uncle's, and he patted her hand with a rather
 melancholy "Well, my dear!"  As they approached, it was evident
 that Mr. Brooke was looking dejected, but this was fully accounted
 for by the state of politics; and as he was shaking hands all round
 without more greeting than a "Well, you're all here, you know,"
 the Rector said, laughingly-- 
"Don't take the throwing out of the Bill so much to heart, Brooke;
 you've got all the riff-raff of the country on your side." 
"The Bill, eh? ah!" said Mr. Brooke, with a mild distractedness
 of manner.  "Thrown out, you know, eh?  The Lords are going
 too far, though.  They'll have to pull up.  Sad news, you know. 
 I mean, here at home--sad news.  But you must not blame me, Chettam." 
"What is the matter?" said Sir James.  "Not another gamekeeper shot,
 I hope?  It's what I should expect, when a fellow like Trapping Bass
 is let off so easily." 
"Gamekeeper?  No. Let us go in; I can tell you all in the house,
 you know," said Mr. Brooke, nodding at the Cadwalladers, to show
 that he included them in his confidence.  "As to poachers like
 Trapping Bass, you know, Chettam," he continued, as they were entering,
 "when you are a magistrate, you'll not find it so easy to commit. 
 Severity is all very well, but it's a great deal easier when you've
 got somebody to do it for you.  You have a soft place in your
 heart yourself, you know--you're not a Draco, a Jeffreys, that sort
 of thing." 
Mr. Brooke was evidently in a state of nervous perturbation. 
 When he had something painful to tell, it was usually his way
 to introduce it among a number of disjointed particulars, as if it
 were a medicine that would get a milder flavor by mixing He continued
 his chat with Sir James about the poachers until they were all seated,
 and Mrs. Cadwallader, impatient of this drivelling, said-- 
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